#he's so adorable are u kidding me

[miekasa]

when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig

— doc dad levi anon

SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).

Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).

(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).

[connabeth]

Percy Jackson, son of the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, and Father of Horses, everyone.

(Annabeth standing in a corner silently watching him do this is sending me into another dimension.)

[svampira]

normalest friend group

[shortnotsweet]

quick, uncolored practice sketches based on how I’ve been visualizing Daeron in ñuhon by kokuhakutoasahi on ao3. I doubt this is actually accurate at all, and I’ve done like 20 different doodles of this guy’s face in my mind, but I think that he’d have a prominent nose and eyes that carry the sweet sadness you only see in gay European p0rn. This tweet by twitter user @ itadorimaid specifically got me rereading the latest chapters and going huh, best boy? Perhaps. ALSO that hug??? I am side-eying him v hard rn.

[five-star-stay]

🦊: Everyone goes through difficult times, hearing the words “I love you” during those times became a really big strength for me and I heard these words “I love you” from Hannie hyung.

My heart, my jeongsung 😭💘💘

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari !!! i hope youre doing well !! ive (unfortunately) been thinking abt gojo a lot lately and wanted to share my brainrot with you

hes such a cuddle bug.. a big baby :( i think abt how it would be with him as someone who lives in a HOT country.. he'll get all pouty whenever he gets (lovingly) pushed away when he insists to cuddle during lazy afternoons in bed

eventually he'll deal with it, finding solace in being sprawled out with you in the ridiculously large bed you both have. he'll still want to cuddle and be close to you though.. so when u eventually fall asleep he will carefully crawl in between you, all sprawled out like a true starfish

he'll keep his hands away from you despite wanting to engulf you in a hug since he's sure that amount of skin contact will wake you, so he just settles on laying down on your stomach, his cheek pressed against your skin...

which is why half an hour later, you'll be woken up with your lower half feeling heavier than usual... and why does your stomach feel ticklish ..?

cue satoru sleeping soundly with his hair tickling your skin from where the shirt has ridden up from him snuggling you, his arms now around your sides

it's like a big cat has fallen asleep on your lap .. now you CANNOT move even if you have to pee really badly... you are losing feeling in your legs... help

eugh i love clingy satoru so much !!!!!!! :(((

ANONNNNNN I’M MELTING INTO A PUDDLE….. clingy toru T_T our lord n savior. he’s the cutest!! your clingy overgrown cat of a bf……..

plsssss he would be so troubled 😭😭 i think he craves your touch so badly that he starts shaking when he goes too long without it LMAO. full on abstinence just bc you wouldn’t let him hold you in his sweaty arms and cradle you to his scorching chest…… what is a poor man to do? :((( he really is suchhhh a big ol pouty baby . goes hmph! and looks at you like this >:c while crossing his arms…… but when you still don’t let him cuddle you he starts drafting up his master plan. silly, silly little man. <3

and aaaaaa 😭😭😭 him falling asleep w his face nuzzled into your stomach!!!! anon you’re killing me he’s soooo cute ……. actual cat man. just fluffy and heavy and clingy …. and ofc you can’t push him away because he’ll wake up all confused and pouty and it’ll break your heart :(((( he’ll get his well earned affection one way or another!!!!

hhhhh anon i hope u know this made my own gojo brainrot worse 😭😭 we’re in this together…. tysm for sharing ur thoughts w me!!!! this made me feel so warm n cozy :33 my brain is full of clingy kittycat gojo thoughts always always always <3333

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Murmuring | requested by Anonymous

"I love you, crazy bird lady. Do you love me?”

[vintageseawitch]

i may not be the coolest aunt ever but i can totally help you out with Super Mario 64, Super Mario Sunshine, original GC Luigi's Mansion, Legend of Zelda: the Wind Waker. these were my special interest games 🥰

[puppyeared]

Doodlys from tonite

[ferromagnetiic]

Absolutely NO ONE could have been able to prepare Linn for one of Kid's infamous birthday parties. She was very aware of there being lots of drinks; finding herself too indulging in one or other intoxicating liquor, however, was not on her list tonight. And all after telling herself she will be responsible and stay sober. Oh well. That was something the mink was promising hours ago. Time really was fleeting. Her little fluffy head is fogged up, waddling clumsily around the table and trying to maneuver her feet towards the birthday boy in question.

     ❝ CAPTAAAAAIN   !   How arr yoo doin'   ? ❞     Her rough tongue brings out only slurred words, accompanied by happily narrowed eyes. Bloodshot already. Patting her captain's broad shoulder with a prideful purr, Linn managed to position a finely wrapped box, not even small, onto the redhead's lap.     ❝ A li'l somethin' frum the ship's kidden, y'know   ? ❞     An embarrassing giggle, which most likely will be a weapon of teasing tomorrow.

Knowing her captain oh so well, the feline got her hands on a starter kit for wood and metal work. Something you would not gift a grown adult, rather a child between six and ten years old. He liked tinkering, right   ?   Maybe the shopkeeper misread her description of searching for a present for a tech fanatic 'kid' wrong. Unfortunate name his mother picked for him in that case.

     ❝ C'mon on now. Open it. Open ~ . . . ❞     Idly 'holding' his drink, taking a sip juuust to make sure it was not poisoned, and soon having trouble gulping down the burning liquid, a sharp breath. The cat lounges against his arm, eyes fixed on the box. He must like it.     ❝ Fffuck whad the hell arr yoo zzrinkin'   ?   Kerosene   ? ! ❞

     【 KID'S BIRTHDAY 2024. 】 @medicus-felini

           The cat's pissed.      Completely and utterly sloshed. The celebration has only just started, and she's obviously completely lost herself to the juice already. She rarely partakes in casual daytime drinking nor wild drunken partying alike, so Kid supposes it's inevitable that she would succumb to her intoxication faster than the rest of them. She's slurring her words and giddily stumbling around, but she looks like she's loving every moment of it, so he can't say he has any objections. It's nice to have her joining them; he was concerned she might become overly paranoid and start trying to lecture him about not accidentally meeting his untimely end by poisoning his liver. As long as nobody needs to get their stomach pumped after she inevitably blacks out later, it would all be fine.

She ambles over to him like a newborn kitten just learning where her feet are, and then she is swiping his drink from him and barely downing a single sip from the glass. Copper eyes follow her movements, though he does not intend to restrain her before the liquid has slipped down her throat.

❝ Naw, nooh kerosene; gotta ask Heat for that. Tha's absinthe. Bit much for the ship's kitten, ay? ❞

Though he is usually averse to being touched, tonight he is hammered, he is surrounded by people he loves, and he is happy. With scarcely enough time for her to catch her breath, he abruptly ensnares her with his right arm to pull her tightly against his side in a drunken embrace. His body radiates warmth, and his breath carries traces of all the drinks he has already finished, but he still holds her directly against him anyway.

❝ Oi, oi. Bein' spoiled, am I? Figured ye'd just write me a prescription. Nooh a half chewed rat, is it? ❞ The part about the dead rat is obviously a joke. The part about the prescription is also a joke unless she decides to actually take him up on it.

His smile is broad, all teeth, like he's thoroughly entertained by her inebriation. Taking the box she's delivering to him, he continues to squeeze her even more firmly against his torso, pinching her between his arm and his body as he uses both hands to unwrap the gift in his lap. It was beautifully presented until he peels the paper apart, and he automatically hands the decorative ribbon to her for her to play with if she pleases.

The picture on the front of the box and the colorful letters leave no amount of room for questioning what it is. A children's woodwork project kit, which when completed will create a little wooden boat with metal wheels on the underside so it can roll across the floor. There are no sharp instruments involved; only pre-cut pieces of wood, some screws, tiny metal wheels that must be assembled, and a square sheet of soft sandpaper. It was the kind of simplistic design that even tots barely out of their infancy could piece together without much assistance from an adult.

As soon as he's registered what it is she's given him, he's lifting the top of the box to peer at the pieces inside. The wooden blocks, intended for the smallest of hands, feel vaguely familiar, despite the fact he was never gifted a set like this in his youth.

The memory is hazy, but he still distantly remembers almost twenty years ago — making his own toys out of whatever pieces of scrap he found lying on the ground. In the days before he had anyone on his side, he built his friends out of tin cans and pieces of wire. He vaguely recalls one in particular; a soup can 'robot' with a menacing smile he painted on for its face. The can he used for his head had originally been crudely stabbed open with a knife, and the ends of the wire he used for his body were exposing needle-sharp tips, so every time he played with it he would end up with fresh cuts and smears of blood on his hands — yet, despite that, he carried that little silver doll around like his favorite toy for as long as he could hold on to it.

          He doesn't remember exactly what became of it. It was just a painted tin can, after all.

That younger him would've fawned, thrilled, and marveled over the cast metal and limewood underneath the press of impatiently indulgent fingers. A toy of similar caliber would’ve never made it into his possession, no matter how much effort he invested in saving up. It's a few years late, but that's just how things work out sometimes, he supposes.

Red lips abruptly plant themselves on top of the Mink's hair, delivering a swift kiss to her head, staining her in a perfect blotch of lipstick; an obnoxious patch that would doubtlessly remain for the rest of the night.

Had someone else amongst his crew been the one to hand him such a ridiculous gift, he would've perhaps taken it to be a good-natured prank; or an affectionate tease at best, aiming to bait him. The whole lot of them: playfully, wonderfully annoying in the only way that's familiar to their petulant captain. It seems unlikely that Linn would be guilty of committing the same crime. She was the sweetest of their bunch — and would sooner profusely apologize than risk aggravating him.

Hell, Kid won't even allude to the fact that it's been a pretty damn long time since he last considered an entry level kit like this as being anywhere near challenging. Gag gift or not, the sight of her earnest excitement made it clear that the present had come from a good place with thoughtful intentions. He merely snorts, and continues to drawl.

     ❝ Ah, yer a guid girl, Linn.           Thank ye. ❞

          With that, he's then replacing the lid back on top so he doesn't disrupt any of the pieces inside, mindful to not let anything fall out only for it to become lost for the rest of time underneath a chair.

     ❝ ...Hoo plastered d'ya think I can get if I take a shot for e'ery piece I put together? ❞

          The gift is so well appreciated it will now be turned into a drinking game.

[trashcanfills]

I thought I would be simping for Alhaitham but instead its cyno

because apparently this fucker ticks most of my checkboxes for an ideal partner

His unfunny humor is also a huge plus for some reason.

[kingmaximusboltagon]

Maximus was watching Ahura and Luna.

Not a common occurrence by any means, but not an unheard of one, either. He simply wasn't a preferred babysitter, and quite frankly, he's pretty convinced he wouldn't be considered at all if it weren't for his brother being king.

But for all the rest of his family's reservations, Maximus thought he did a pretty good job at the task. His main objective was just to make sure the two didn't die or go missing. Ahura and Luna were both smart and old enough that Maximus didn't struggle on that front.

Otherwise, he mostly spoiled the two. Their sleeping schedule or general hyperactivity wasn't his long term problem, and with how absent his brother was, Maximus finds himself competitive in gaining the childrens' favor. And if sneaking them ice cream and allowing them to sit on the throne achieved that goal, who was he to not allow them that?

And mostly, it wasn't his long term problem. And they were easier to control when he simply let them do whatever they wanted for a few hours.

Tonight, the palace is practically completely empty. The rest of his family were called to Earth by one of his brother's friends, though they left before Maximus could really bother to ask questions. He'd been left in charge of Attilan, and of the two children. Assumedly, not for much longer than a day, at most.

Maximus could do that. Easily.

And it was already approaching the two's bedtime when they left, so their energy was already drained. Maximus would probably spend most of this reigning time… asleep.

Well, he'd take what he could get.

And he glances over at the two again, quietly playing some game with Lockjaw. The dog was large standing next to an adult, and he towered over the kids even while lying down. They often took rides on Lockjaw's back, the dog being strong enough to humor them.

Luna lets out a squeal of delight as Lockjaw stands up, gripping tightly to the dog's fur from on top his spine. Ahura cheers the two on, giving Lockjaw encouraging scratches.

Maximus almost smiles. Almost. He wasn't that attached.

"Go, Lockjaw, go!" Luna commands, striking a pose.

The dog stiffens, his ears perking up. Maximus narrows his eyes, and quickly stands up. "Lockjaw, do not-"

And then there's a flash of white, and the three figures are gone. Maximus stands still for a moment, frowning.

"Lockjaw," he says loudly, "Come back! Right now! Lockjaw, come here!"

He waits a moment. And then two. And then five, ten, fifteen…

And Lockjaw does not return.

Maximus returns to the throne - that he most certainly wasn't supposed to be sitting in, but the three of them never told on the other two, and it wasn't like sitting on a chair would harm anyone - and buries his face in his hands, groaning.

"Oh, shit."

Medusa and Crystal were going to kill him.

[pinkfey]

i hate the “and they got married and had babies” trope so i’m thinking abt the very precious few ocs who have children 🤔 😔

[seokmatthewz]

absolutely insane like how did they think they could do this without people getting hurt.......

[aliengirl]

//tag game!

@cordeliafalls tag me some time ago, why i took so long idk sorry

rules: tag 9 people you would like to get to know/catch up with

last song: matilda ~ harry styles bc im in a sad mood

last show: the good place (just bc my bf watched with me)

currently watching: nothing 💫 my attention span dont let me watch series/shows alone, i need someone to force me

currently reading: anne of green gables ⚘ my auntie give the collection 🥺

current obsession: KIDS (maybe i should explain lol but yeah i love kids plus my insta reels are filled with babies, my family just gain three baby girls and i was invited to be godmother to two of them, my bf just had a nephew, im working in a project that my school has with the kids from a poor place and all i do in sims is dress up occults and toddlers so yeah im in baby fever and i love it)

If u already did it just ignore me i cant remember things~~ @milugameplay @aoifae @mandy-sims @tulipsimss @beelovedsims @rusticottage @peachyexhale @velvetpxl @sleepyvalley

[stinkrascal]

every day im terrified of the idea that people pronounce breannas name as bre-awn-nuh its not pronounced like that its bre-AN-nuh!!!!! do you know what i mean